Angels and Monsters

Chapter Twelve

New story...I'm just teeming with ideas. LOL. Anyhow, I'm just going with this story off the cuff to see where it goes in the first chapter. If it's good, I'll continue it. If not, we'll have to see. I'm delving back into the realm of vampires. But, Bella's the vamp this time. Without further ado...

Who wants an EPOV? A lot has changed since we've last heard from him. He's not a vamp and well, he's all about protecting Bella. Also, there will be some descriptions of graphic violence. You've been warned.

Unfortunately, not mine.

Chapter Twelve

EPOV

My whole world has changed. On my wedding night, I'm brutally attacked by some vampire and Bella was forced to bite me, change me into a vampire. The pain of my broken bones from the fall out of the window was NOTHING compared to the pain of the metamorphosis to being a vampire. I felt like my skin, my body, my inside were on fire. I wanted to scream out but I could hear my angel's voice in my head, apologizing. She hated to change me.

I'm so sorry, Edward.

Please forgive me.

I can't lose you.

I'm so selfish.

You don't deserve me.

I'm a monster.

I've killed another person; the love of my life.

Her thoughts were on repeat and her mental anguish washed over me. I didn't want to add to it by screaming out in agony. What good would it have done? Nothing. So, I lay on the bed and waited until my body completed its change from being a weak human to a newborn vampire.

I could feel every broken bone heal, every cut seal shut. As the hours passed, my senses grew keener. I could hear more, smell more, feel more. Once my brain had 'changed,' I heard mental voices. Not just the voice of Bella but of everyone in the house. The tenor of their thoughts was concern for me. There was also an underlying worry about my parents.

My parents! What will they think? When could I see them? Could I ever see them again? Would I want to drain them? Shit, my mom lost her husband and now her son is 'dead.'

After three days, I was fully aware and the last thing to change was my heart. I could hear its pounding as it raced in my chest, almost wanting to beat out of my ribs. I could feel my body arch off the mattress and then...

Silence.

I heard nothing, smelled nothing, felt nothing...for a fraction of a second, I was dead. Then the cacophony of sound bombarded my head, everyone's mental voice was screaming at me. My eyes flew open and I hissed, jumping off the mattress. Everything was intensified. Colors were brighter, scents were more pungent, sounds were amplified. I was completely overwhelmed.

Then, I heard the voice of an angel. I was so confused and lost but she commanded that I look at her. My eyes focused on a petite brunette walking toward me. She had a warm glow surrounding her and she was so beautiful. The most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. Her hair was the color of sable, flowing over her shoulders in soft, delicate waves. Her skin was alabaster, save for the dark circles under her deep amber eyes. Her lips were soft and pink and I wanted to kiss them.

"Who am I, Edward?" she asked.

I looked at her again and the glow brightened. My gaze flitted down her body and I saw a set of rings on her left hand. Hazy memories filled my head of this woman in a white dress, walking toward me. "Bella," I breathed. The glow was blinding now. "My mate." I could feel a cold metal ring around my left ring finger. "My wife."